Son Of A Gun (I Betcha Think This Song Is About You) Lyrics

Artist: Janet Jackson
Album: All For You

[Janet]
Ha, ha, who, who
Thought you€™d get the money, too
Greedy, greedy, greedy
Try to have the cake and eat it, too.

[Missy Elliott]
Missy! Ha, ha! Remix!
Yo, check this out you greedy motha f******
I changed all my credit cards,
And switched all the locks to all my doors
You thought my heart would be destroyed
Look around cuz I€™m chillin€™ boy
Whatcha goin€™ get your lawyer for?
I makes my dough and just for sure you know
Your lawyers should have let you know, you know,
When you sue me you gonna be broke, you know,
Ain€™t no way you gonna bring me down easy
Any chick that you stick is real sleazy
Before I need you, I bet you gonna need me
You ain€™t want me, anyway you wanted to be me.
What made you think I wanted to keep you around
While I work my a** off while you just lounge around, huh?
You slump, bum, son of a gun,
And uh, How much you worth? I think negative, done

[Janet]
Sharp shooter into breakin€™ hearts
A baby gigolo, a sex pistol
Hollerin€™ at everything that walks
No substance, just small talk
Know why you€™re feelin€™ on that girl€™s behind,
You got a sleazy, one track mind
Workin€™ your work until you find
Who€™s goin€™ home with you tonight.

[Janet (Missy)]
Oh, (Oh!) Who you gonna give it to? Who you gonna steal it from?
Who€™s your next victim? (That€™s right now)
Oh, (Oh!) Who you gonna lie to? Who you gonna cheat on?
Who you gonna leave alone? (That€™s what I€™m talkin€™ about)
Oh, (Oh!) What you gonna tell her, after she discovers,
you don€™t really love her?
Oh, (Oh!) It€™s gonna be a show down, knock down, drag down,
gun slugger shoot €˜em up

[Janet & Carly Simon]
I betcha think this song is about you,
I betcha think this song is about you,
I betcha think this song is about you,
I betcha think this song is about you,
Don€™t you, don€™t you, don€™t you.

[Missy]
I€™m doin€™ better without you, and I€™m happy without you.

[Janet]
Sweatin€™ me but I€™m not you€™re type,
You think you irk me, and you€™re so right,
I€™d rather keep the trash and throw you out,
Stupid b**** in my beach house
No, I ain€™t gonna go and act a fool,
And be the lead story, on the n**** news
Not me, sucker, I€™d never be your lover,
I€™d rather make you suffer, you stupid motha f*****

[Janet (Missy)]
Oh, (Oh!) Who you gonna give it to? Who you gonna steal it from?
Who€™s your next victim? (That€™s right now)
Oh, (Oh!) Who you gonna lie to? Who you gonna cheat on?
Who you gonna leave alone? (That€™s what I€™m talkin€™ about)
Oh, (Oh!) What you gonna tell her, after she discovers,
you don€™t really love her?
Oh, (Oh!) It€™s gonna be a show down, knock down, drag down,
gun slugger shoot €˜em up

[Missy]
You must have thought you had game, now you, what?
Walkin€™ €˜round, like you€™re down, you don€™t give a€
But you don€™t really wanna be forgot into the streets,
I€™m a lover, not a fighter, but I crack your teeth
Boy I plead please, no, don€™t bother me.
Cuz when you had me you ain€™t know how to chill wit€™ me
You wanna be in the streets with the freak-nies
But now you all up on them knees, still joggin€™ me.
But I€™m gonna say it real, real, keep it real,
What the deal? How you feel? Is it real? Is you sick?
Cuz I€™m the deal, still here, what the feelin€™
Is real, don€™t front, cuz boy I€™m the€
I€™m doin€™ better without you, playa, and I€™m happy without you, playa,
This song is about you, playa
Motha f***** son of a gun, Janet!

[Janet]
Got a chip upon your shoulder, I just knocked it off,
Show me what you€™re gonna do, I ain€™t €˜bout to run,
You have just run out of ammunition,
Shootin€™ blanks now, you son of a gun.

[Missy]
Missy, Janet, Carly

[Janet (Missy)]
Oh, (Oh!) Who you gonna give it to? Who you gonna steal it from?
Who€™s your next victim? (That€™s right now)
Oh, (Oh!) Who you gonna lie to? Who you gonna cheat on?
Who you gonna leave alone? (That€™s what I€™m talkin€™ about)
Oh, (Oh!) What you gonna tell her, after she discovers,
you don€™t really love her?
Oh, (Oh!) It€™s gonna be a show down, knock down, drag down,
gun slugger shoot €˜em up

[Carly (over Janet and Missy)]
No, no, no, no, no, it€™s not what you say, it€™s what you do
You€™re so vain,
You probably think this song is about you,
Don€™t you, don€™t you, don€™t you, don€™t you.

[Janet & Carly]
I betcha think this song is about you,
I betcha think this song is about you,
I betcha think this song is about you,
I betcha think this song is about you,
Don€™t you, don€™t you, don€™t you.

[Janet]
Ha, ha, who, who
Thought you€™d get the money, too
Greedy, greedy, greedy
Try to have the cake and eat it, too.

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